That song is one of my all-time favorites ... coupled with this spectacular water display, it's a fabulous way to start the day! The engineers in Dubai certainly have a way with buildings and fountains, don't they? Clyde
Stunningly beautiful. Love that song--and those two singing it. The fountain portrays the images I get in my head when I try to turn music into a visual. I think I'll watch again right before I go to sleep.
No, I didn't get a new puppy--as much as I'd like to. :-)
I'd like to tell you about Gail Martin's latest book, BRIDE IN TRAINING. Here's the scoop:
And Puppy Makes Three
Perfectionist Martin Davis's life is in turmoil. The lonely businessman's search for companionship led him to adopt a dog--a rather rambunctious terrier. And now Martin's at his wits' end. When dog trainer, Emily Ireland offers to help, Martin is grateful--and intrigued. But he's wary of getting too close to the sweet, pretty Emily, especially when he learns of her scandalous past. Can Martin ever open his heart to the possibility that Emily just may be his perfect bride?
Bride In Training received 4 stars in the Romantic Times Book Reviews, and Gail was thrilled. So if you enjoy dogs, their antics and romance, I think you'll enjoy this series.
Bio
Award-winning author, Gail Gaymer Martin writes for Steeple Hill and Barbour with 44 published novels and over 3 million books in print . She writes women's fiction, romance and romantic suspense and is the author of Writing the Christian Romance, released by Writers Digest Books. Gail was recently named Author of the Year by Barbour Publisher's Heartsong Presents readership. Gail is a popular speaker at churches and women's events and teaches writing at conferences across the U.S.
LOL! This parody of Beyonce's "Single Ladies" is hilarious--and it's Anita Renfroe, who I met at a Women of Faith conference, and who you may recall from "The Mom Song" on YouTube and Good Morning America.
You have to love a woman who is comfortable in her own skin.
Traveling home today. Had a great time, but it's always good to come home. :-)
I love this! It was built in Berlin, Germany, but I think they should put one in the Atlanta airport. (But I also think Americans are too litigious to do it.) Enjoy!
~~Angie, if this is Friday, I must be in St. Louis
Last week in Texas, one of my students asked how you know it's time to let go of a manuscript. I think I answered with, "You don't. You simply do the best you can, polish the best you can, and let it go."
I've just finished THE FINE ART OF INSINCERITY--we've gone through five drafts, one major revision, and we still have to go through copyedits. But for the most part, the bulk of the work is done.
Even though my editor said, "In my nineteen years of editing I have never sent a substantive review back with essentially NO big-issue rewrite suggestions. Never. Until now." (Thanks, Traci!), I still rewrote several passages and made dozens of small tweaks. What is good can always be made better, but is it the best it can be?
And since I sent the manuscript in this afternoon, I've been badgered by the usual thoughts: was there enough emotion? Is the spiritual message clear? Are the characters all I meant them to be? I'll watch a movie on TV, get caught up in the emotion, shed a bucket of tears and think, "Will my story make a reader cry like this?"
But after all the polishing, the editorial comments, the revising, and the prayers, there comes a time when you have to trust your gut and release your baby. Send him off to finishing school or let that bird fly--you can pick your favorite metaphor.
But it never gets easier, and I don't think I'll ever stop second-guessing myself. All I can do is resolve that if this one isn't perfect, I'll take the lessons I've learned and apply it to the next one, in the hope that it will be even better.
Last week I went to Texas to teach at the West Texas A&M Writing Academy. This second annual gathering is the brainchild of romance novelist Jodi Thomas, who I had the great pleasure of meeting. She and a team of excellent instructors teach during this week-long event, with classes from 9-12 each day and critique and writing in the afternoons.
I taught writing "Inspirational Fiction," while the other instructors covered other topics. In between classes, we had a great time talking about writing, books, and life in general. A great time was had by all.
The event reminded me a little bit of our Glen Eyrie writer's summit---the emphasis isn't on meeting editors and agents, every workshop is focused on the craft of writing while students are given time to actually implement what they're learning. I'd love to teach at this event again, and if you're in the Texas area--or even if you're not--you might enjoy this one. More details about 2011 to come later.
The photos are of my class, the entire group, Jodi's class, and the lovely WTAMU campus. Oh--and some of our folks doing the chicken dance! You can click on the photos to enlarge if you think you've spotted a friend. Enjoy!
One of the fun things I was able to do last week in Texas was visit the Cadillac Ranch. Apparently this eccentric millionaire who lives near Amarillo buried several Cadillacs in 1974 . . . in the middle of his wheat field. The cars have been moved once since then, but they're still out in the middle of a wheat field, and people can (and do!) stop by the decorate the cars with graffiti. There's nothing much left to the cars but bare metal, but the paint is so thick you can peel pieces of it away. (If you're dying for more information, you can Google it or read about it here.)
So here is a pictorial reenactment of our afternoon at the Cadillac Ranch--preceded, of course, by a lunch at "The Big Texan," where the food is big and delicious. Loved it. Love Texas. Even love the Cadillacs. ;-)
So if you're ever driving through Amarillo, grab yourself a can of spray paint and have at it! I was painting a simple message: "READ BOOKS!"
Been there, done that back in November. The Cadillac Ranch is cool. When we arrived at the Big Texan, we were seated by about 50 elementary kids adorned with cowboy hats banging on the tables. My first thought was, "Let's get out of here." Luck would have it, the school kids left soon. We had the opportunity to watch a small guy down the 72 oz. steak, then ask for dessert. Did you catch the rattle snake in the gift shop? I missed it somehow, probably would have "jumped out of my hide" if I had seen it. Did you buy any of their fudge? It was to die for!
I don't know what's happening to me, but lately I haven't been able to make it through a day without nearly bursting into tears. And I'm not sad--at least, I don't think I am.
Saturday I picked my dogs up at the kennel, and I had to hang my head and look away when I saw Charley bounding toward me because I got choked up and wouldn't have been able to speak.
At Glen Eyrie and last week in Texas, I'd be in the middle of talking about a story--mine and other people's--and suddenly I couldn't talk any more. I'd have to stop and tell a joke or collect myself, and after a while it got a little embarrassing.
At the Glen, my class kept urging me to "get mad," every time that happened, so I'd try to get mad instead of getting choked up, but I'm not sure that effort worked at all.
And movies! Oh, my. When we showed "Departures" at Glen Eyrie, I wept all the way through even though I'd seen the movie three times. And I don't weep prettily. My nose runs and I end up blowing my nose loud enough to be heard across the room.
At the Texas Writing Academy this past week, I showed "Lars and the Real Girl" to my class, and though I've seen that movie at least seven or eight times, I cried all the way through it--and in places I'd never cried before.
And that's not all--when someone begins to tell me their story, if it's sad at all, the next thing I know, I'm weeping--with or without them. :-(
Maybe it's hormones, or maybe it's just life, but I've never been this prone to tears. I'm more a thinker than a feeler, but lately, I'm just a crier. I could be a sobber, if given a little privacy.
Anyone else ever feel like this? All I know is that I've learned to keep the tissues handy.
I smiled when I read this. I've had this phenomenon happen to me. It leaves me baffled, not to mention my husband. One day it suddenly came to me and I wrote it down in my journal so I wouldn't forget. I just had to write to let you know...lol.
Here's my theory. There are three different types of faucets and we each have one. There's the one that turns on and off at will. Plain as that! Then there's the one that needs a wrench or a hammer to get it started. Enough said. Lastly there's the leaky faucet. No matter of turning, twisting, taping or whacking can change what is happening. It's just gonna happen.
Don't know if this helps, but whenever it happens to me and my husband raises his eyebrow with a baffled look, I kindly remind him that it's ok to have a leaky faucet once-in-a-while!
The leaky faucet advice is incredible, I have to say.
And Angie, I think conferences like Glen Eyrie are extremely special. There was something about that place, about the combination of people, about the subject matter and the closeness of God's amazing creation that rendered me pretty helpless.
At the beginning of everything I thought to myself, "I'm going to cry a lot this week." I'm not normally a weeper, so I don't know why I thought it--but it became true. It took a really moving conversation with a very sweet person to finally open my floodgates, but once they were open I couldn't stop them. Every night I went back to my room and cried out to God--in happiness, sorrow, joy, and even frustration.
I guess I would qualify as the faucet that needs the wrench. I know now that I definitely needed to cry then. I think this has probably been a time for you to cry too.
I don't always realize when my emotions and feelings get built up. Maybe it's better for you to cry in little bits for a long while. Take it from me--crying in private vehemently is really exhausting.
I like the leaky faucet analogy, too. And, truthfully, I have some deep-seated sorrows that have a way of bubbling to the surface when I least expect it . . . so maybe that's part of it. After all, the longer we live, the more joys AND sorrows we collect, hmmm?
But I love that psalm that says that God collects all our tears in a bottle. (Ps. 56:8). And when no one else understands--not even us--He does. :-)
I'm guessing hormones. I used to never cry, and as soon as I went through childbirth I cried like a baby over anything sad or sweet - including Hallmark commercials! LOL I've kinda leveled out and gone back to my pre-kids dryness. I wish there were a happy medium!
I do love that verse, and it's much better to be tender-hearted than unfeeling!
I'm a cryer. I love a good cry. Even when it hurts, it's so cleansing. It gets out all the junk that I've kept crammed in for a while. I do lots of mini-cries, but it's those big ones that get the job done.
I don't know what it's like to not be a feeler, so I'm not sure how the thinkers normally handle deep-seated sorrows. My hubby has the same personality profile you do, but he's a man, so I can't go by him.
My advice? Not that you asked-- set aside some time and let it out. Like Deborah did on Everybody Loves Raymond. She worked it into her schedule. :)
I have these moments, but I know mine are probably just hormones. Some days I have a love/hate relationship with them, if that makes any sense. I did want to tell you about a scripture in the Bible about tears; Psalm 56:8--"You number my wanderings; put my tears into Your bottle; Are they not in Your book?" I thought that was so amazing that God holds our tears in His bottle. I heard this first from Bible/Historian Ray Vander Laan's teaching. Did you ever hear of Focus on the Family's series "That the World May Know" or Dr. Vander Laan's website "Follow the Rabbi?" He brings Jewish tradition to his Bible teaching. I don't know if this brings any help, but I pray in some small way it does. Miriam (fb friend)
My husband and I get a great laugh out of that episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond"! We watch it regularly for good laugh(or cry)...lol I SO love Psalm 56:8. I reflect on this "tear" thing occasionally because I see it affects all of us so differently. I've began affectionately calling God my "Tear Accountant". This "leaky faucet" syndrome is something I would love to write about. I have so many other thing I have written in my journals about this subject! lol.
It could be hormones. It could also be that you are tired and don't realize it. Between all the traveling, teaching and painting you've been doing and the stress of trying to sell your house in my humble opinion you should be exhausted. Sounds like it is time for another cruise with lots of time in the lounge chairs relaxing.
I don't ever know whether to blame hormones or medication or what. BUT sometimes (recently) I will just be sitting alone, and a movie will come to mind, and I will cry all over again. WITHOUT SEEING ANYTHING. No wonder men have a hard time understanding us. Thankfully, God does. We are fearfully and wonderfully made - interestingly, too, don't you think?
Often, just being in the presence of the Lord will bring tears to me It seems like it is deep sorrow and great joy mixed together. I just feel so loved by Him at those moments. It would be hard to really explain that to anyone. Linda
My friend Robin Lee--who just broke her ankle, bless her heart--has a new release out. I'd love to tell you about it:
A MATTER OF CHARACTER
by Robin Lee Hatcher
Historical Romance
June 2010
Who says a woman can’t keep a secret?
It's 1918, and Daphne McKinley, heiress to a small fortune, has found contentment in the town of Bethlehem Springs. But Daphne has a secret.
A series of dime novels loosely based on local lore and featuring a nefarious villain known as Rawhide Rick has enjoyed modest popularity among readers. Nobody in Bethlehem Springs knows the man behind the stories … except Daphne.
When newspaperman Joshua Crawford comes to town searching for the man who sullied the good name of his grandfather, Daphne finds herself at a crossroads, reassessing the power of her words, re-thinking how best to honor her gifts, and reconsidering what she wants out of life.
The author of over 60 books, best-selling novelist Robin Lee Hatcher is known for her heartwarming and emotionally charged stories of faith, courage, and love. She makes her home in Idaho where she enjoys spending time with her family and her high-maintenance Papillon, Poppet. She invites you to drop by her web site and her Facebook Page to learn more about her and her books.
When I was a child, we used to drive over to Winter Haven a few times a year. I remember sitting in the back seat on the (long, it seemed to me) drive home, staring at the cars behind us. Those cars had FACES--some were sad, some were happy, some looked cruel. Automobiles had bigger grilles in those days, and they created some truly memorable faces.
I, too, looked for faces in car and truck fronts. And I can NOT plug in an appliance without thinking the receptacle looks like a horrified face. Thanks for the fun link, Angie.
At home, all the news is about the oil spill--that's only natural, since it occurred not far from our coastline. But visit this website, and suddenly the oil spill takes on an entirely new dimension: click here.
I first clicked on this while I was in Texas, so I had no idea of proportion. So I moved it to my home, and . . . wow. Makes a huge difference.
LOL - I had to go look at some info for Iceland and come back and share. The highest average temp in the summer is 57 degrees! And average sunlight hours in Iceland range between 0.3 hours per day in December and 6.1 hours per day in June.
I love watching Anthony Bourdain's "No Reservations" on the Travel Channel. One of his episodes was in Iceland and I've been wanting to go there ever since. It is considered one of the happiest countries in the world.
When I was a child, we had a pure white, long-haired cat, Puff, who would relentlessly clean only the black markings on Tipsy, our B/W cocker spaniel. Cute video! Clyde
Well substitute the gray cat with a black one and the Boston Terrier with a Terrier - mix and you've got my dog and cat.
People don't believe me - they are so fun to watch.
The trick was to bring them home on the same day - the dog was still a puppy and the cat was either used to dogs or its because she's so laid back that she just accepted the puppy.
One time when the puppy was still really young the cat apparently realized that the food bowel was too far away and she nudged the food bowl all the way to the puppy - so the puppy could eat.
Or when I'd lock the puppy in the bathroom because I'd be gone all day (and she couldn't be allowed to roam the house) I'd come home to find the cat guarding the bathroom door....
If you've checked my Facebook page recently, you might have seen that I had my favorite DSLR camera stolen out of my luggage on my trip to Colorado Springs. It was a GREAT conference, but the trip was less than my best. Not only was my camera stolen and my jewelry case rifled (nothing taken, because I don't have valuable jewelry), but one of my flights was cancelled so I had to squirrel myself away in a hotel room and get up before the birds . . .
But I don't mean to whine. These things happen sometimes. Unfortunately, they all seemed to happen to me on one particular trip.
But the theft has forced me to rethink my mode of packing. Usually I travel light--one big suitcase, one briefcase, one purse. After all, I once lived out of one suitcase, one hangup bag, and one tote for an entire year, so if I can do that, I think I can handle a week in one suitcase. But since the airlines refuse to be responsible for anything of value placed in a suitcase, that forces the traveler to keep his valuables with him/her. So I think from now on I will have to travel with one big suitcase, one small roll-aboard, and one GIGANTIC bag that passes as a brief-purse. I have several bags that would qualify, but have you ever tried to get into a stall in the ladies room while burdened like a pack mule? It isn't easy. It certainly isn't graceful.
So this week I'm in Texas, planning to do some work when I'm not teaching, so I'll need some books, my computer, my notes, and my replacement camera. Which means I'll be carrying a lot more aboard the plane.
Hee-haw.
Angie
P.S. In my research on checked baggage thievery, I stumbled across something useful--it's not foolproof, but it just might frustrate a thief enough that he'll leave your bag alone. Since locks are pretty much useless (because TSA has to be able to open them), try TWIST TIES. Secure your zippered luggage with twist ties, and twist those things until it'll take a saint to get them off. This requires, of course, that YOU be saintly when you reach your destination. :-)
I have been using the massive tote for quite a while now ... It's probably what did in my back alignment ... but it seems to make it through TSA without too much fuss. Speaking of TSA, I wonder whether they would be as diligent in twisting the ties back for you. Anyway, I'm happy you are enjoying Texas this week. Wish you were closer to San Antonio! Clyde
I like the twist tie idea. If you carry a little pair of wire snippers in your carry on, you can just cut them when you reach your destination. And use fresh ones for the return trip home.
It should keep you safe with TSA staff too who might be tempted. A friend used to say TSA stood for Take Scissors Away...so they won't be able to cut the twist ties :-)
I'm sorry you had such a frustrating trip. There are so many restrictions and rules now when flying. It's too bad that protection from terrorists means no protection from sticky-fingered airline employees!
I'm with you, Sis! Not only do you need to be like a pack mule, but if you decide to go to the ladies room, you may not find a seat when you return! I've found Linda G's idea the best. Unfortunately for me, dear hubby hates flying. (More accurately, hates the hassle, waiting, and crowds. He loves the flying.)
Hubby has used the twist ties for years. I thought he was just being "frugal" and paranoid. Silly me. He's just brilliant. For the most part they've worked. But I have had orthotics and a spray can of Static Guard lifted. Lovely for those winter conferences! I bet TSA might just take the wire clippers, too.
It seems beyond comprehension that in following the rules, we are defenseless targets (except for twist ties!) for thieves.
Twist ties sound like a good idea. I tie the two zippers on my suitcase together with wrapping ribbons (the ribbons you use to decorate presents) and tie a gazillion knots in them. When I've done this, no one has tried to cut them off. I'm so sorry that you're camera was stolen!
If it's Monday, I'm in Texas, teaching a writer's workshop at West Texas A&M University. So it's fitting that I take this opportunity to tell you about my friend Lyn Cote's (she pronounces it Co-Tee) new book: HER ABUNDANT JOY.
Here's a question-and-answer session for your enjoyment:
1-What caused you to choose early Texas as the setting for your "Texas Star of Destiny" series?
I enjoy writing about locales and periods where several groups come together for a sharp culture clash. Conflict is the essence of a good story and many different people trying to get along or not get along sets up a story rife with natural conflict.
Starting in 1821 Stephen Austin brought in Anglo-Americans to settle Spanish and the Mexican-held Texas.Eastern Texas became the setting where Native Americans, mainly Comanche, Mexicans, and blacks (slaves and runaways), and Anglos clashed over who would be in control of the land. Part of my brand, "Strong Women Brave Stories" is that I like to write a multicultural cast. In this third and final book in the series, I stir German immigrants into the mix.
2-How do you handle the 19th century political incorrectness?
I resist the pressure to sanitize history. If I portray the 19th century as it really was, it is difficult not to offend the 21st century reader. Yet I still endeavor to portray the low status of women and racial prejudice of the 19th century. I had a reader say in a review that my stories had 21st century values. That's not really correct. My stories have characters who are at odds with their times, another characteristic common to my historicals. My heroines are usually crusaders far ahead of their times who won't cave in to the pressure to conform (another source of conflict). I don't like historical novels that don't even try to show how society was different in the past.
3-What was the most interesting fact you didn't know about Texas BEFORE you started writing this series?
I hadn't realized that over 30,000 Germans immigrated to Texas in the mid-1840's. The area around New Braunfels, Texas, still celebrates this German heritage with some original stone houses, German food and polka bands—really!
4-What do you hope your readers will take away after reading this book and the first two in the series?
Her Abundant Joy features a German widow Mariel Wolffe. She is a heroine who will tug at a reader's heart (I hope!) And her hero, Carson Quinn, the son of the hero and heroine in the first book, is a man that should melt hearts. He's not just a handsome face. He has faced frontier life and learned to survive with honor, no small accomplishment.
They find themselves--just as we do today in the face of terrorism--in the middle of a war. Their personal desires and plans must give way to the winds of war. But God is still there with them. I gave my editor a choice of two titles taken from Psalm 37 (all 3 titles are). She chose Her Abundant Joy. The other was Her Man of Peace. I think that this reflects the theme of the book. Carson longs for peace but is forced into war.
The humble shall inherit the earth; and
shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.... Mark the perfect man, and behold the upright:
for the end of that man is peace. Psalm 37: 11, 37
I am wondering and just have to ask you. Are you helping Katie (Kisses from Katie) write a book? Can you tell? She wrote on her blog that she is writing a book and met with her publisher. You mentioned that you met her. I'm so curious.
*I hope you are as it could be a best seller. When I first heard about Katie I wondered why she wasn't on the Today show and Oprah.
A friend of mine (thanks, Jim Denny!) shared this video with me. It's heartbreaking, but it says what I've been feeling a lot these days. I'm not sure how much longer human kind can continue . . . and even the creation is groaning, awaiting the Lord's redemption.
Without God, we are nothing. We used to know that. America was founded on that premise. I have read several times this past week that it is not that we HAVE elected officials who do not believe this any more, but that we have actually ELECTED them to govern us. Without God, the bold, exciting experiment called AMERICA will no longer be able to stand. Wake up, America! Clyde
Some of you may remember when I blogged about putting my house back together (here) and how an entire corps of my angel awards were de-haloed when a shelf in my office fell.
Well, soon after that blog, my delightful webmaster, Kelli Standish, wrote to ask me which angels were, um, injured. I didn't even answer her, thinking that she was kidding.
So about a week later she wrote again. I couldn't think why she would possibly want to know this, but I told her.
And today my answer arrived. Kelli and her team at Pulse Point Design sent me a new angel, and her base is inscribed, "Excellence in Media, Angela Elwell Hunt, Eight time Silver Angel Winner Print Media Category, 2004, 2002, 2001, 2000, 1999, 1997."
Isn't that SWEET? So I have taken a picture of my new, uninjured angel (with my new camera), and I will put her on the wall to shine in all her glory. And yes, the shelf is now anchored into studs. :-)
Thank you, kind Kelli and team. You have delighted my heart and soul today.
What fun. I've been to Hungary several times and it took me right back. They do like their dogs and they like them BIG! Wonderful way to start the day. Thanks. :)
But I'll never hear "Budapest" and "Hungary" without thinking of that country singer on Are You Smarter Than a Fifth-Grader? -- the one who had never heard of Hungary. "I've heard of Turkey, but not Hungary."
We're having a lovely time with over sixty writers at the Glen Eyrie workshop in Colorado Springs. I would send you pictures, but MY DSLR CAMERA WAS STOLEN OUT OF MY SUITCASE AT THE AIRPORT.
There. I'm over it. Truly I am. :-/
Anyway, I have done some research and discovered that none of the airlines will take responsibility for any camera or computer equipment or jewelry (or anything else of value) that's placed in a suitcase and checked. So, travelers beware. (Which makes me wonder what they WILL be responsible for--undies?)
I found one story of a man who found his stolen-from the suitcase camera on ebay. He contacted the buyer, confirmed the serial number, bought it back from the man, and then took the return address on the seller's package and turned it over to the police. :-) Gotta love that layman's cleverness.
Sunrise over Tampa Bay . . . I saw it again. Up early this morning to fly to Colorado for the Writer's Workshop at Glen Eyrie. Four fun days with friends and fellowship among people who want to write.
Not sure I'll be able to blog, but I brought my camera!
Have a great time, Angie. My prayers are with all you writers --teachers and learners. (Wish I was with you in actuality, too!)
Hi to Nancy, and JSB, and Kathy, and Kay, Jackie, Evelyn, Rachel, Bree, Kevin, Angie, Kerry, Francine, Linda, Cheryl ... and the Scotsman Cowboy! Be diligent, writers. We need more good books!
For some reason--must be Providence, because it's certainly not a conscious decision--I've been focused on World War II lately, specifically the Holocaust.
It started a couple of months ago, when my book club read SARAH'S KEY, an excellent book about how the Jews in France were rounded up and deported to concentration camps after the Nazi occupation.
Then last month we read SUITE FRANCAISE, an uncompleted novel about the Nazi occupation of France. The book was written by a Jewish-converted-Catholic woman who was herself swept up by the Nazis, so she didn't live to complete the other three books in her intended "suite" of stories.
A couple of nights ago I watched a documentary about Hitler's occupation of Hungary, and how he sped up the destruction of the Jews even as he was losing the war. A tonight I watched "Into the Arms of Strangers," another documentary about the kindertransport--a program that moved Jewish children from Germany and Austria to England for the duration of the war. Many of those children never saw their parents again; some did.
The thing that struck me, though, as I watched these now aged children share their stories, was that England was the only country that volunteered to take these children. A congressman in the United States proposed a bill that would allow our country to take in these children, but it died in committee reportedly because "taking children without their parents went against the law of God."
Ten thousand children were spared because they were transported to England in 1939. Once the Nazis stopped allowing the transport and began to move Jewish people to concentration camps, 1,500,000 children were killed by the Nazis.
Our country has done many things that make me proud. Refusing to take in these children, however, is not one of them. May God forgive us.
Angie, funny you should say that - i'm also in a WW2 mood these days in my reading. I just finished a wonderful book called All the Way Home, by Ann Tatlock - it's about a young girl who befriends a Japanese-American family, who then get sent to an internment camp after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. It's a thought-provoking story given today's issues regarding racial profiling. I downloaded the audio version from Audible on my Ipod - wonderfully narrated!
It's summertime, and that means (hopefully) more time to read!
So you won't head off to your vacation with empty hands, we're having a sale at Angela Hunt books--$5.00 off any purchase of $30 or more. This offer is only good one time, and you can order your books here. Please remember that the order button is UNDER the title. Offer good from now until Aug. 31.
Hope you have a great summer! I'm going to be traveling a lot this summer, and I love it just because airplane time is the best time for reading!
How fitting for Memorial Day week! Let me tell you about Cheryl Wyatt's latest book:
Rescuing people is his job… But the one person pararescue jumper Chance Garrison can't seem to help is his own ailing father, who refuses his much-needed physical rehabilitation. That is, until Chance hires unconventional occupational therapist Chloe Callet. To his surprise, Chloe and her sweet black Lab, Midnight, work wonders. And not only on the elder Garrison. Chance just may have met the woman who can get through his own toughened exterior. Can he persuade the lovely Chloe to take a chance—on him?
Born Valentine's Day on a naval base, Cheryl Wyatt writes military romance. Her Steeple Hill debuts earned RT Top Picks plus #1 and #4 on eHarlequin's Top 10 Most-Blogged-About-Books, lists including NYT Bestsellers. Her books have won a Romantic Times Reviewers' Choice Award for the Best Series Love Inspired in 2009 and garnered a Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence final. Find out more: www.CherylWyatt.com
Now I figured out why I've been missing some of your posts. My sidebar isn't updating, for some reason. It still shows yesterday as being the most recent post. Arggh!
Reading and writing and 'rithmatic . . . all to the tune of a KINDLE! Our local high school has opted to ditch books and give each student a Kindle instead. (Textbooks cost between $70-90 a pop--if each student has six or seven, getting a Kindle is a no-brainer).
The article says that parents can purchase insurance--something I would STRONGLY advise. What if a kid is pushed into a pool? LOL--a pool would ruin a book, too, but it will definitely kill a Kindle.
It's going to be an interesting year of adjustment. :-)
My mom sent me a link to this current events quiz, so I took it and missed one out of 12. I email a lot of politically active friends frequently, so they keep me pretty "up to date" on what's going on (plus simply watching the news is helpful). At the same time, taking the quiz made me grateful that I wasn't a Miss America contestant . . . :-)
Why don't you take the quiz and test your knowledge? How did you do?
I missed 2 questions...guess I was colored by the higher unemployment rate here rather than the U.S. average. Oh well. I discovered I'm not as ignorant as I originally thought! LOL
I don't watch the news and it shows. Even if I did, I wouldn't have retained a lot of that info anyway. The Dow Jones? I wouldn't remember that even if I knew. So... I'm not saying my score. :)
Thanks for posting this, very important we all keep abreast. And thanks for mentioning Miss America (the "A"cademic pageant), the young women from all walks of life who understand politics and culture, not to be confused with Miss USA contestants, who are set up for scandal and ridicule. Thanks, Angela!
Thanks for posting this, very important we all keep abreast. And thanks for mentioning Miss America (the "A"cademic pageant), the young women from all walks of life who understand politics and culture, not to be confused with Miss USA contestants, who are set up for scandal and ridicule. Thanks, Angela!
In no particular order, Angela Hunt is a novelist, teacher, nana, mother, wife, mastiff owner, reader, musician, student, aspiring theologian, and bubble gum connoisseur. The things that enter her life sooner or later find their way into her books, hence "a life in pages."
That song is one of my all-time favorites ... coupled with this spectacular water display, it's a fabulous way to start the day! The engineers in Dubai certainly have a way with buildings and fountains, don't they? Clyde
That is beautiful. And I had never heard this song.
While I watched I kept thinking of the video of the water drops you posted the other day!
Ditto my comment from tomorrow. (huh?)
Stunningly beautiful. Love that song--and those two singing it. The fountain portrays the images I get in my head when I try to turn music into a visual. I think I'll watch again right before I go to sleep.
Many thanks, Angie.
Blessings,
Mary Kay
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